“I’m on my way now. I’ll let you know when I get there.” She put her phone in her purse, closed her suitcase, gathered her two dogs, and walked out the front door. She was nervous. As she put her car in gear, she caught her reflection in the driver side mirror and noticed that her new yellow Chanel dress was now badly stained as her sweat had turned the fabric under her armpits an ugly mustard color. As she neared the sixteen-foot gold-leaf monogrammed gates, one of the guards leaned out of the gate house, waved, and the heavy gates began to swing open.
“Afternoon, Mrs. Acker. Doing some shopping?” The guard called out as he smiled and leaned out of the gate house.
Jenny never ceased to be amazed at how vapid the men who worked for her husband thought she was. But today she was thankful for the misperception and played it for all it was worth. “I am indeed, Jim. With William gone, I thought I would stop in the park to let the dogs play, and then head into town.” Jenny leaned out of the window and smiled, doing her best to look as if she didn’t have a care in the world. Her heart pounded with fear that one of William’s hired goons would try to stop her.
“Right-o, Mrs. A,” the guard said, and waved goodbye. Jenny sailed through the gates and watched in her rearview mirror as they lumbered shut behind her.
After driving the mile down their private drive, Jenny turned on to the two-lane country road that would take her to the highway and then on to Atlanta International Airport. Over the last six months Jenny had painstakingly put the pieces in place. She had bet correctly on William’s ego. It was too big for him to ever suspect that she would walk out on him. He had no idea that Jenny knew he’d been relentlessly screwing around over the past twenty-odd years. But she did, and she was done.
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